I think she lies in a coffin filled with earth from Transylvania in a cellar away from the sunlight during the day. At night she flaps around churchyards and can be heard calling "I vant to suck your BLOOOOOD!!!!!"
Nope! I think you are all wrong. I bet she's enjoying a nice cuppa tea whilst getting totally absorbed in her cross stitch of some cuddly lambs and thinking about which cardi to knit next, so much so that she has forgotten us mere mortals on HHO.